[In rare show of emotion Conner's eyebrows go up a fraction at the sight of the grenades. Part of her is keen to get her hands on it to see the method to the madness while the rest of her debates the merits of getting close enough to the Deathclaw to toss it. Being a good little adrenaline junkie meant that Conner wasn't entirely risk adverse though mutated beasts often gave her pause.]
Alright then [the words come out in a slow, tumbleweed drawl as the greater part of her says fuck it, the job has gotta get done.]
She's a little less than a mile out. We'll be upwind on our approach, suppose we can be back on The Strip tonight if we're feeling efficient.
Alright. Celebratory drinks at the Tops by sundown.
[Easy-peasy. The range on those grenades go further than you'd think - he has one hell of a throwing arm. And other useful things such as remote detonators. If there's one thing he prides himself on, it's adapting to a situation as he gets there. Rico dusts off his hands with a brisk motion, confident. And then pauses.]
[Well now, it's the kind of question that hits the right spot and Conner's version of a grin, wide, all teeth and on the edge of manic makes an appearance.]
Now why would I joke about a thing like that. [Because she would and because she could be as serious as a heart attack. Conner and Rico had things in common even if she wasn't the spectacle he was. She didn't lose sleep putting others in harms way as a means to an end, sure she was a tad more careful with her companions but that didn't mean she wouldn't push. Besides it wasn't everyday Rico betrayed his bravado with uncertainty (slight, barely thing it might be.]
'Sides I remember you being able to throw pretty far. [Brief, hard clap to his shoulder as she takes a step forward. She'd make it a point to stay behind him the closer they got as there are some lessons Conner only needed to learn once.]
[Now that's a smile. All teeth. Rico's pretty fond of it - she's fucking crazy. They work together pretty well, mini-nuke related mishaps aside. Hard to find a reliable - but more importantly, competent - pinch-hitter for the occasional two-person job, while still remaining independent. Reason enough to not throw each other to the wolves. Well, up to a point anyway. They both know that they each look out for number one, after all. No hard feelings.
He tilts his head down at her slightly as she walks into his space.]
Alright, hitch a ride. We'll get as close as we can, and scope out the site. See if we can't find you a nice perch to sit pretty in while I end up doing all the work.
[It never fails to get to her, the goddamn 'Connie' makes her bristle, makes her face scrunch in a momentary lapse of control that is all irritation heavily sprinkled with resentment because she will never NOT react to it and the son-of-a-bitch Rico knows it.]
Suppose it's a good a plan as any. [It's not a habit, though she isn't a stranger to "riding bitch" as Rico calls it. She smirks before taking her seat, adjusting the sniper rifle so it's more comfortably slung across her back.] Don't have the hardware to make this a spray and pray.
[Though that particular job had it's highlights, the high raider body count being one of them.]
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Alright then [the words come out in a slow, tumbleweed drawl as the greater part of her says fuck it, the job has gotta get done.]
She's a little less than a mile out. We'll be upwind on our approach, suppose we can be back on The Strip tonight if we're feeling efficient.
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[Easy-peasy. The range on those grenades go further than you'd think - he has one hell of a throwing arm. And other useful things such as remote detonators. If there's one thing he prides himself on, it's adapting to a situation as he gets there. Rico dusts off his hands with a brisk motion, confident. And then pauses.]
So... how serious were you about me being bait?
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Now why would I joke about a thing like that. [Because she would and because she could be as serious as a heart attack. Conner and Rico had things in common even if she wasn't the spectacle he was. She didn't lose sleep putting others in harms way as a means to an end, sure she was a tad more careful with her companions but that didn't mean she wouldn't push. Besides it wasn't everyday Rico betrayed his bravado with uncertainty (slight, barely thing it might be.]
'Sides I remember you being able to throw pretty far. [Brief, hard clap to his shoulder as she takes a step forward. She'd make it a point to stay behind him the closer they got as there are some lessons Conner only needed to learn once.]
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[Now that's a smile. All teeth. Rico's pretty fond of it - she's fucking crazy. They work together pretty well, mini-nuke related mishaps aside. Hard to find a reliable - but more importantly, competent - pinch-hitter for the occasional two-person job, while still remaining independent. Reason enough to not throw each other to the wolves. Well, up to a point anyway. They both know that they each look out for number one, after all. No hard feelings.
He tilts his head down at her slightly as she walks into his space.]
Alright, hitch a ride. We'll get as close as we can, and scope out the site. See if we can't find you a nice perch to sit pretty in while I end up doing all the work.
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Suppose it's a good a plan as any. [It's not a habit, though she isn't a stranger to "riding bitch" as Rico calls it. She smirks before taking her seat, adjusting the sniper rifle so it's more comfortably slung across her back.] Don't have the hardware to make this a spray and pray.
[Though that particular job had it's highlights, the high raider body count being one of them.]